Chapter 8
After feeding his pets, Seihu took a jog in Ga-Metru. After the jog, he practiced some of his fighting forms near the Fountains of Wisdom.
Seihu finished his exercises and headed home when he noticed a black, blue and slightly silver Matoran on the sands of the Ga-Metru beach. The Matoran’s body was faintly different than the average Metru Nui Matoran, but he was recognizable as a Matoran nonetheless.
Seihu rushed over to the Matoran’s aid. Seihu was a bit hesitant because he wasn’t sure if he was simply napping, but Seihu went with his instinct and helped him.
Hours later, the Matoran woke up in Seihu’s home, on a small protofoam mat with his head on a pillow, body covered in a blanket.
In the evening, he looked up to see Seihu.
“So, you are finally awake. Are you okay, ?” Seihu asked.
The Matoran sat up and groaned with his palm on his forehead. “I’m not sure.”
Seihu walked up to the Matoran with a towel dipped in cold water.
“Thanks,” The Matoran said, accepting the towel.
Seihu sat next to the Matoran.
“Where are you from?” asked Seihu.
“I wish I knew where I was from,” replied the mysterious Matoran. “Where am I?”
“This is Ga-Metru, a city here in Metru Nui”, Seihu answered.
“Metru Nui, huh?” asked the Matoran as he looked outside thoughtfully before handing back the towel. “How long have I been here?”
“I found you here this afternoon,” Seihu answered while wringing the towel.
“That explains everything”, The Matoran replied, “So, who are you?”
Seihu introduced, “I am Seihu, Toa Seihu.”
“Toa?” thoughtfully whispered the Matoran.
“I’ll explain more to you at a later time,” Seihu replied knowing that the Matoran needs rest before receiving any more answers.
“Do you at least remember your name?” asked Seihu as he was wringing out the soaked towel.
“My name may be all that I know right now”, said the mysterious Matoran, “I’m Yahru”.
“Well Yahru, I may not know where you came from, but I hope to make your trip here worthwhile. In time, you will get acquainted with the city and its people,” Seihu assured. “In the mean time, make yourself at home.”
Yahru looked outside one more time in question, before shrugging and going back to sleep.
“Just what is this whole thing?” He wondered.